Aesop Rock - Five Fingers lyrics

Take take the medicine, tastes great
Got the key to the city, I’m wake baked
Way before the media shitting or
12 zip of ganked paint
The origin of a thievery
Leader will take place
Two coke bottles adorn the rogue toddler
Grapple a refrigerator, gaffle a Nilla Wafer
And no role model provoke him to shift focus
Cause he noticed that a cookie
Tastes better when it's stolen
Kids got the darnedest quirks
So 11's arms skip jars for his momma's purse
And bought enough fireworks from the bullies
To blow up a small barn
Which he kept in a box in the yard
And the bark isn't carved
From a klepto-anthem
But a klepto tangent prefaced
The grand canvas
Dance to the dirge, stand up


Celebrate the natural need to
Own what ain't earned
See it rolls off the tongue
Like a smoke ring rolls off
A lung 'til it's done
Ready, set, kept petty theft on a post-it
Later apply the motives to a
Moment on some grown shit
"Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!"
Did you foreplay the GM
Or you carpe the diem?
Whore play the porn game
Fornicate the sure way to freedom
Or correlate with the swordplay and heathens?
Trickery and backtalk
Fresh outta high school
On the prickly catwalk of the
Modern grind slide rule
Every last number in it's history
Got is own little hustle to
Nuzzle up with the victory
Thanks, bathe in a bottle of your finest
Tackleberry sift through the piss
Looking for diamonds
Before the hell appears to put
The chemi in the climate
Get your money from the richest
Get your pussy from the flyest

Slow and low, do or die calm
Suicide king in the tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die stuck
Two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
(Capture the flag, Capture the flag)
(Capture the flag)

One by one like little confused penguins
Larceny's yes-men ooze for used weapons
Like a bitter little burglar jaded
Up out the bucket seat
Is dumb enough to feel like the
Public owe him a fucking thing
Nope, gotta configure the five finger
So the hot-wired vehicular
Skill is applicable if an eye's on the prize
And the itch ain't flushed
I hope the fruit's of your
Labor outlive the initial rush, like
Step on the abysmal cusp
With matchmakers trying to make
The mixed signals fuck
Then incubate the mutt baby
Through his stigma's crutch
Like he will learn to walk
After he lifts the drums
And this is certified milk by the
New York Department of Skullduggery
Shoplift quicker than your shutter speed
Click! Missed, he dipped with dumb cutlery
In and out of muddy river
Water 'til the rudder bleed
Skip around the money pillar
Color me bunny killer
Hovering where the mother feed
Gutter greed king
And a crummy motherfucker breed fuck with me
It go knock knock rummy at a bruckner speed
The seed's all growns up
Playing grown people games evil aims grown
Encompass the whole steeple chase
Grip, mitigate the master plan
So when the workers are asleep
Riffraff expands yes a pig is a cop
But gotta fill up the flock
So when I rake in the bacon
I hope the kiddies'll watch
I hope the flipping of the
System will be heavily clocked
Cause opportunity's fickle
After it trickle it stop capture the flag
Drag that crass little bastard
Flat through the hazmat and glass
Laugh when he ask for it back scratch that:
Welcome to the magic in a basket of cash

Slow and low, do or die calm
Suicide king in the tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die stuck
Two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
And these are the five fingers
That are stealing from you
(Capture the flag, Capture the flag)
(Capture the flag, Capture the flag)
(Cap-cap-capture the flag)